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come_sailaway2022-11-19 03:57 am
tossmealifeline) wrote in come_sailaway2022-11-19 03:57 am
When the guidepost is away...
WHO: Yatogami and you!
WHAT: Exploring the ship, meeting new people
WHEN: Rest of November
WHERE: All over the place
[Note: Yato has some passive powers at play because he’s a god. Unless he draws attention to himself he cannot be noticed by humans who don’t have some sort of connection with him. They will also not remember his name nor the fact he was part of an interaction until they have a connection. Other creatures though, are fair game. If you have questions don’t hesitate to ask.]
To say he was disoriented when he opened his eyes was a bit an understatement. Yato opened his eyes and found himself resting comfortably on a couch of some kind. He couldn’t remember. He was fighting and then... did he die?
He drew in a deep breath and let out a low, pained groan. It didn’t feel like he was dead. Yato sat up slowly, he could already tell under his clothes he was bandaged in a few places. That didn’t stop him from unzipping his track shirt and pulling his t-shirt away to look down. He could feel another up under the fringe of his hair. Bandages, no blight. Okay, he could work with that.
“Rekki!” He called, holding out his hand, presumably to catch something and...nothing.
I. Deck
Catching Yato early in his voyage around the vessel would have him looking around and calling out for someone. “Kazuma?”
At both ends of the deck he’d hold out his hand and call again. “Rekki!”
Nothing. Absolutely disappointing. “Bishamon is going to kill me.” He muttered under his breath.
Presumably, those he would run into would be humans he had yet to draw their attention and he would offer a smile. “Hello!” He greeted, literally out of nowhere. “Don’t suppose you’ve seen a guy, about twenty, glasses?” Hopefully he wouldn’t startle them too much.
II. Fate’s Design
“How can you be so stupid and eat all my chips!” Yato lamented, using his fist to pound lightly on the slot machine, like it’s the slot machine’s fault he’s just unlucky. It was a good thing there were many chips in abundance really.
“I swear, if she’s thinking of me right now-” He banged on the slot machine again as he lost, again. It was somewhat noisy and easy to attract people’s attention like that at he rate he was going.
III. Atrium
It was there that Yato was melting into the background, collecting his thoughts while perched on a banister. How it was he got in that exact position might be a mystery.
Humans wouldn’t catch sight of him sitting there, drooped with exhaustion and his brow furrowed in worry.
IV. Everywhere Else
This was a less than ideal situation really, he appeared to be trapped on a ship disconnected from everything the best he could tell and completely unarmed. Again.
Yato had on his biggest smile in that moment. He didn’t have a pen or paper in hand, nor did he have a phone number that he knew of so it was going to have to be old school.
He would approach everyone and anyone, no matter what they were doing. “Hi!” He chirped brightly. “I’m Yato, local god of fortune, let me know if there’s anything I can do for you.”
Yato was very much not in the mood for this. He was tired, his body ached and this was not the best day. All the same, he would do his best to smile and engage the public, seeking out human connections.
WHAT: Exploring the ship, meeting new people
WHEN: Rest of November
WHERE: All over the place
[Note: Yato has some passive powers at play because he’s a god. Unless he draws attention to himself he cannot be noticed by humans who don’t have some sort of connection with him. They will also not remember his name nor the fact he was part of an interaction until they have a connection. Other creatures though, are fair game. If you have questions don’t hesitate to ask.]
To say he was disoriented when he opened his eyes was a bit an understatement. Yato opened his eyes and found himself resting comfortably on a couch of some kind. He couldn’t remember. He was fighting and then... did he die?
He drew in a deep breath and let out a low, pained groan. It didn’t feel like he was dead. Yato sat up slowly, he could already tell under his clothes he was bandaged in a few places. That didn’t stop him from unzipping his track shirt and pulling his t-shirt away to look down. He could feel another up under the fringe of his hair. Bandages, no blight. Okay, he could work with that.
“Rekki!” He called, holding out his hand, presumably to catch something and...nothing.
I. Deck
Catching Yato early in his voyage around the vessel would have him looking around and calling out for someone. “Kazuma?”
At both ends of the deck he’d hold out his hand and call again. “Rekki!”
Nothing. Absolutely disappointing. “Bishamon is going to kill me.” He muttered under his breath.
Presumably, those he would run into would be humans he had yet to draw their attention and he would offer a smile. “Hello!” He greeted, literally out of nowhere. “Don’t suppose you’ve seen a guy, about twenty, glasses?” Hopefully he wouldn’t startle them too much.
II. Fate’s Design
“How can you be so stupid and eat all my chips!” Yato lamented, using his fist to pound lightly on the slot machine, like it’s the slot machine’s fault he’s just unlucky. It was a good thing there were many chips in abundance really.
“I swear, if she’s thinking of me right now-” He banged on the slot machine again as he lost, again. It was somewhat noisy and easy to attract people’s attention like that at he rate he was going.
III. Atrium
It was there that Yato was melting into the background, collecting his thoughts while perched on a banister. How it was he got in that exact position might be a mystery.
Humans wouldn’t catch sight of him sitting there, drooped with exhaustion and his brow furrowed in worry.
IV. Everywhere Else
This was a less than ideal situation really, he appeared to be trapped on a ship disconnected from everything the best he could tell and completely unarmed. Again.
Yato had on his biggest smile in that moment. He didn’t have a pen or paper in hand, nor did he have a phone number that he knew of so it was going to have to be old school.
He would approach everyone and anyone, no matter what they were doing. “Hi!” He chirped brightly. “I’m Yato, local god of fortune, let me know if there’s anything I can do for you.”
Yato was very much not in the mood for this. He was tired, his body ached and this was not the best day. All the same, he would do his best to smile and engage the public, seeking out human connections.
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He raised an eyebrow at the question.
"Well..." Yato considered that. "It's not my typical request. People usually need help with problems as opposed to wanting material things and I don't know how I'd get something like that but I could try and figure it out."
A magically imbued sword? Where would he even begin with that? Human weapons weren't like shinki, they didn't typically have such properties.
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"Don't worry about it, that was just a hypothetical." Now for her own tight customer service smile, which is nowhere near as bright and shiny as his, but in true exhausted fashion doesn't quite reach her eyes.
"Are you new? I haven't seen you around before." (This is, of course, laughable beyond her understanding and somehow even more funny the first time around.)
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"Yeah, we haven't met before." Yato assured her with a smile. "I woke up here on this ship." He waved his hand. "Been a strange day really."
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"I'll bet it has. The first... few weeks here can honestly suck. Then whenever it gets better one minute, the next one inevitably gets even worse." Pessimistic, yeah, but they are all relatively fresh off their friends getting body-snatched by vengeful ghosts that tried to kill them all during a Halloween party.
"Did you get to ask Friday all your questions at the muster drill, or do you still have some that need answering?"
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He considered that. "I wonder what he wants from me."
"What makes it so bad? So far it looks like some kind of cruise ship."
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"All he wants, from you and me and everyone else here, is for us to suffer and die so our pained souls can feed this ship like a battery pack. That's it. Nothing grand or great about it and no matter how pretty the ship is, you're just here to die."
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"How would I do that?" It wasn't that easy to just kill him. If he just wanted him dead, why was he sitting there right then? He would've died if left to his own devices. He was trying not to think about that problem at the moment.
"I mean, on this ship." He specified.
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"I don't know." Can't predict the future, and can't immediately assess the weak points of beings she has little to no context for. Clarke had run into Pirate Jenny's squall with little more than a handgun and desire to make the storm stop, but it's not like she'd have been successful.
"Drawn and quartered, ripped apart by the undead, blunt force trauma, shot in the head, having the moon dropped on you... There's a lot of possibilities. Resounding answer is: probably painfully."
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"Other gods can kill me, but humans and their wepons can't." Yato tilted his head. "At least they can't kill me that way."
What if he did die? He crossed one arm over his stomach. He didn't want to die needlessly, especially if...
"You don't know anyone named Hiyori do you?" He asked, finally looking somewhat concerned.
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"...There are other gods here. And magicians who can kill them." He hasn't served her up any real slight, but damn is it a sour thing to be reminded of the frailty of humans against bigger things out in the world. How could any of them really hope to land even a glancing blow against the Captain when he could subjugate and contain gods without being one himself?
And, funny thing, there is someone with that sought name on board. But not the right one, and Clarke's never met him so.
"But no, I've never met anyone named Hiyori."
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Yato scoffed lightly in his own bit of frustration. He needed to find a lifeline. He was sure of that.
"This day.." He cut himself off. He couldn't do anything about the situation unarmed, for sure, if he could do anything at all.
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Really, she does.
Cold with strangers, and too intense with casual acquaintances doesn't equate her to outright heartless. Frustration is a close cousin to desperation, though she doesn't know where that line is drawn with the being sitting across from her. Or exactly how to proceed here; different metrics of dire still seems to have lead them to the same result, and that is: this boat fucking sucks.
Then, tentatively: "If you want to tell me about your friend, I'll keep an eye out. Not often, but sometimes people show up in pairs." Yuri and Flynn, Castor and Pollux, Stede Bonnet and Edward Teach... Maybe even Sharky and Pratt, sometimes it's hard to keep track.
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He thought about it, and it wouldn't hurt to do so. He'd like a chance to connect with Yukine, but the odds of him speaking to him right then were pretty low considering everything.
"She's sixteen. She has long brown hair and often falls over, fast asleep." Yato said, because to humans that's what they interpreted her projection walking. "She knows who I am. She-" Promised. "She just does, and she's my follower and it would be really important for me to talk to her."
He didn't know how he was going to explain anything to her about what happened but Yato would just like to see her again.
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What she for sure gets is — what it means to miss someone so entirely that it rocks to the core.
"I will keep an eye out," Clarke promises him now. Well and truly means it, for whatever good that does in the moment. "I'm sorry you haven't been able to find your friend yet."
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He was not supposed to want in the first place.
"I appreciate that." Yato told her with a gentle, genuine smile. If she remembered him at all, but if she didn't, perhaps she'd look after Hiyori if she found her. After all, people could save each other.
"It's alright. I might be alone here...wherever this is in relation to where I was."
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"Probably an entirely different universe," Clarke offers to clarify the where-to-here question. That... hadn't actually been a question, but still seemed to throw a lot of people off and she reminds herself belatedly it's his first day. "Different reality. Some call it a 'pocket' but.
"You're not alone. The ship isn't physically big enough to ever be alone. Plus the saying, we're all in the same boat after all."
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He considered that and mused. "I wonder. Well. I can't go bothering people all the time, they have lives to live."
Unarmed and unsure that anyone would notice him most of the time, he was pretty sure alone fit, although it wouldn't be the first time. He'd have to keep his eyes open for any spirits he could use as a shinki.
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"I'd still call it weird to go around offering people favors, but most of our day to day lives aren't that interesting."
Example A: sitting in a coffee shop reading about fictional dinosaurs.
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Not usually him, but they did ask him sometimes and he always did his best.
"I just want to help people."
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"Not so much here, I don't think. Some didn't believe in gods before, and it's still weird seeing them walking among us. And cutting through the niceties, because some here might try to use you for your favors."
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It was literally his purpose and while he had some agency and there were some requests he'd turn down, what harm could come from most people? Most people weren't Father after all.
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"No. Usually, no, it's not. I'm not under the illusion that there's such a thing as good guys or bad guys, but the people who'd use you up in a time of crisis won't be the ones willing to return the favors. Or help you when you need it. And this place — this whole place is one never ending crisis, no matter how elegant it looks."
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"The gods serve the people, not the other way around so I'm not looking to get favours in return." Nobody helped the gods, it had been that for his entire existence. Not even most of the other gods.
"Offering people fortune is my entire reason for existing." He would like to keep living, selfish as that may make him.
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There's a pause, as Clarke weighs the name Hiyori against return favors, and comes up wanting in the equation: she doubts this woman could have done absolutely nothing for the god currently sitting across from her, and yet somehow be so important as to have been mentioned multiple times in this conversation.
Then an additional long pause, then the quiet and careful: "We're not your usual flock here. Just... be careful with that."
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"Besides, I can always turn down requests." No one said he couldn't.
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